As fer me, I gotta live heah all day, an' it makes me sick teh think of it." "Heh!" retorted the agent, scornfully; "you won't git sick.

You're too well paid fer that." The porter grinned, and just then a little old gentleman with a rosy, cheery face pushed him aside and trotted down the steps.
"Mornin', Judkins!" he cried, and shook the agent's hand.

"What a glorious sunrise, and what crisp, delicious air! Ah, but it's good to be in old Chazy County again!" The agent straightened up, his face wreathed with smiles, and cast an "I told you so!" glance toward the man on the truck.

But the stranger had disappeared..